"Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he
advanced. She kept her eyes closed. Hearing the
noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to
escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. "Are you sure these bars
touch the ground?"
"They come within a yard of it," answered Jonathan. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused
about these things.
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